In the secret waters of the deep, where sunlight dances on unknown lives, wounds do not fade, they are transformed.
Every drop of salt carries a story, every sand a trace of hearts that fell, were lost, or sank to save themselves.
Because even where everything seems dark, there is magic: the magic that changes pain into something precious.
Like a pearl that is born from the reaction of the shell that closes abruptly when something disturbs it and shines brightly at the bottom, like every star in the sky.
And this... is the story of such a heart.
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Two hearts lying in the sand
Two more were washed away by the tide last night.
And I wonder, oh heavens,
What did you see in the dark?
You took the boat over there,
And it hit rock bottom.
You let the worst happen.
It couldn't find a root to take hold of.
The skate is blocking your path.
Me too,
that I only see your pain
I'm trying to save you.
from the crab's claw
that eats you with rage...
He'll know something and your path will be closed.
The path of the seabed
Reflected from the blue of the sky
And it shines.
The coral turned pink
From time's greedy sadness.
The oyster inside closes you in
And abundant pearls, enveloping you, it pours down on you.
It gives you one and only chance,
To hide, to heal, to be reborn.
What did the shell see?
and was he afraid?
And it wrapped you up
with the love you were deprived of
and was it lost?
It will pour pearls on you,
Day by day,
And so you, after years,
You will emerge as a little pearl.
Both lost hearts
They will become one,
pearlescent
A unique heart,
On a unique opportunity
that was given to you only once,
inside the shell the great sacrifice!!
Made of pain
in the depths of the magic...
photo moritz320, https://pixabay.com
